Chapter 506: Critical criticism of poor screenwriters

Chapter 506: Critical criticism of poor screenwriters

The 100th life.

The hundredth death.

Destiny determined for the hundredth time.

Zhan Lan opened her eyes - she saw her own death.

This time she was the daughter of an official. While driving through a valley, she was attacked by falling rocks from the top of the mountain.

There was only one person who died, and that was herself. The escort who escorted her was afraid of her father, who had a bad reputation. After burying her hastily under an old tree, they dispersed.

She is dead.

But her soul is still here.

Her soul was trapped next to the old tree and could not escape for decades.

Until the old tree dies.

Until a seriously injured ghost took over the remains of the old tree. She knew at this moment that her soul had been captured by an evil spirit, and the evil spirit asked her and other trapped souls to lure passers-by closer to the roots of the tree, so that the evil spirit that merged with the old tree could devour it and repair its body.

The strong dominate the weak, this is the natural principle.

The weak obey the strong, this is the principle of heaven.

Zhan Lan felt that she should accept this fate. The decades of ghost years had already smoothed her edges. However, deep in her heart, the accumulated fire was silently rising.

Some fragments emerged in her mind.

She saw her countless deaths, her countless tragic fates. Pain comes from physical torture and mental distortion, from "gains" and "losses" that follow again and again.

She always lived a miserable life. Always died miserably.

She always had the chance to struggle, but no matter whether she struggled or not, she could not change her destined fate intellectually.

How can man fight against heaven?

How can a mantis resist a moving wheel, and how can an ant escape from a downpour?

Launching an attack against a being that is a hundred times stronger than yourself is so futile that it is better to just accept your own destiny.

Zhan Lan thought as she looked at the huge body of the tree demon.

She is just a ghost with low combat effectiveness and decades of useless accumulation. The tree demon not only controls her bones, but also has hundreds of years of Taoist magic power, as well as the corresponding fighting skills.

No matter how you look at resistance, it's like a frog shaking the tree - the tree does exist, but he is only slightly stronger than the frog. And other ghosts have become active and work for the dryad's will. If she slows down, it may be difficult for her to achieve even average performance.

'Destiny...'

She clenched her fists gently, and her slightly rebellious heart may have become silent.

However, deep in her eyes, a faint white light quietly lit up.

……………………

——The 100th life.

Jiang Yu rubbed her temples and prepared her bookcase and luggage. His current identity is that of a scholar who is going to stay in a ruined temple. And everything that will happen next has already emerged in his heart.

He didn't script it.

All destiny is the result of the self-evolution of the world in this furnace. He just joined in, waiting for the ending he was about to reach like a mortal, and made sure that Zhan Lan's fate was still within a reasonable punishment range.

Zhan Lan did something wrong and should pay the price.

But if the price exceeds the limit, as Zhan Lan's captain, he will not agree.

He breathed silently.

——A Chinese Ghost Story... After going around and around, I actually came back here again. The female ghost and the scholar... there are no heroes on the stage. Maybe what I encountered is the plot of the original story?

One hundred is a whole number. Zhan Lan's soul has long been complete, but it has not yet awakened. Jiang Yu didn't know what was wrong, so that he couldn't get past this last point.

It only took Cheng Xiao one lifetime to overcome the interference of heaven. And Zhu Wen is the second life.

Lingdian and Mou Gang are five and seven respectively. They are not even hated by the world like Zhan Lan, and they are born with a miserable fate.

——I always feel like something is wrong.

Jiang Yu thought, but he still moved towards Lanruo Temple. He walked through the gloomy woods, calculating his next role and destiny.

The original version of A Chinese Ghost Story is a very orthodox happy ending. Only in the movie version are humans and ghosts separated. Nowadays, the world's hatred for Zhan Lan has gradually subsided with the change of generations, but since the reincarnation arrived in the movie version of A Chinese Ghost Story, even if there is no knight-errant, it is estimated that the fate that will be reproduced will be a more tragic one.

The scholar will meet the female ghost.

The scholar will escape with the female ghost.

The scholar will be killed by the tree demon, and the female ghost's soul will burn out in grief.

This is the script, destiny. The natural workings of the world had woven it, and he had no intention of betraying this destiny.

——I hope Zhan Lan can find himself as soon as possible.

Jiang Yu moved on.

The scholar stepped into the ruined temple. He quickly found an available room and cleaned it. According to the script, the scholar will only meet the female ghost at night. Then there will probably be some rest time next.

He did kind of want to take a nap.

He is mentally stable, but repetitive work does wear on his patience. A little relaxation may be able to effectively eliminate this impurity. After this life is over, there may be a turn for the better in the next life.

Then...close your eyes.

……………………

‘Dingle bell—’ the sound of a bell ringing.

Jiang Yu opened his eyes and saw a beauty in black gauze sitting opposite him, stroking a long piano on her knees.

The lines that a scholar should have flowed out of his throat and were about to touch the air.

But the next moment...

——I had no reason to sleep.

"...When did you wake up?"

The surrounding space is filled with the sanctifying effect of 'apocalypse'. The entire Lanruo Temple has unknowingly become Zhan Lan's domain. His nap during this period could only be due to spiritual interference. Of course, more importantly, he really had no defense in his heart, and Zhan Lan in front of him no longer showed any hostility.

"When you walked into Lanruo Temple." Zhan Lan's fingers crossed the strings, making a series of crisp vibratos. The material of the piano is the wood of ancient trees, and the tree demon that occupies an important position in the script has been given a new treatment.

"Take a risk and get something out of the fire. I killed the tree demon and I woke up." It's simple to say, but the process must not be easy. But now, the details don't matter.

"...So you know what happened?"

"Yeah, I know." Zhan Lan adjusted the tone nonchalantly. "Psychic users need to back up and retrieve their own memories at all times, and records based on the main god's props are undoubtedly authoritative. When I entered the world of A Chinese Ghost Story, I realized that my past was distorted. The concept of heaven was implanted It has entered my past, and as a spiritual person, I still have some specialness in this situation."

"...Solved?" - There must be a reason for reincarnation for hundreds of lives.

However, Zhan Lan did not respond directly.

"There is a big flaw in the scripts you participated in, which made them... fall into a realm that is not even third-rate. In this hundred reincarnations, I still have a little confidence in my own beauty. However, when I looked at the past and found that I had never been involved in emotional entanglements in my life, and even until now, I have still maintained my virginity."

"...I have to make sure that some things won't go over the line." Jiang Yu subconsciously looked around, feeling that he might need to retreat and escape.

But it was too late.

"I understand, it's just male chauvinism." Zhan Lan's fingers were already on his neck.

The four eyes faced each other because of this, one side was wandering and the other was full of determination.

"But you turned my reincarnation life into a subpar and inferior drama. As a literary creator, I cannot stand this kind of thing at all."

Her eyes gradually came closer.

"Before you end this, you have to pay me a hundred things that a leading actor should do."